"I think maybe this needs to go the other way around," he says, but his voice is starting to climb in octave, growing tighter because he is starting to feel a slow, warm build unlike anything he's felt in so very long. He reaches up and pries Sirius' hand off, because in order for him to feel his neck being cupped, he has to do it.

So he does, mirroring it and sucking in a sharp burst of air for the warmth of the feeling at the back of his neck. "I can feel how much you want this. I can feel how much you want me."